Three things there be in man's opinion dear, Fame, many friends, and fortune's dignities: False visions all, which in our sense appear, To sanctify desire's idolatry.

In night when colours all to black are cast, Distinction lost, or gone down with the light; The eye-a watch to inward senses placed, Not seeing, yet still havi…

We that are bound by vows and by promotion, With pomp of holy sacrifice and rites, To teach belief in good and still devotion, To preach of heaven's wonders an…

O wearisome condition of humanity!